Buildup complete.
So my wife looks at me smiling. I'm not drunk enough for this. She got out of the chair and sat back down in the chair across from me. I asked if there was a problem with her chair. She said if she is going th o move her scarf she did not want the last table to see her. I was confused but said nothing. The waiter is now standing to her right and her back is to the tables. She sits up arches her back and moves both ends of the scarf. He nipples continued to look like they would rip through the blouse. The waiter is standing there staring. He gives her several compliments and stands there listening to my wife tell me excitedly about our future trip.
He eventually moved on to the end of the bar talking to the bartender. He then moved to our end of the bar. He said I hear you are heading to Napa valley. He can only see side tit from there. My wife smiled saying yes we are. He asked why she moved chairs, I said she is shy and does not want a scene with the table behind her. He said, that sucks for me. I said well how about you bring us a round on the house. Flash Gordon could not have made drinks and delivered to the table faster. Before he made it to the table my wife sat back and rubbed both nipples. They strained against the blouse. She asked how they look now. I said fantastic.
The bartender brought us our drinks. He stayed for some time with many compliments. We had many visits from both guys throughout. Once my wife needed a restroom break. She stood and covered. I said the bet was no covering. She protested. I said fine but you owe me. It was well after eleven not sure the time, when the game the last table was watching ended. They paid and left. The bartender invited us to sit at the bar. He said with the ice and snow we would probably be it till closing. My wife said, well let's head back so they can go home. He said we are here till one and would love for you to stay and keep them company as he smiled.
We moved to the bar. My wife had now removed the scarf and was sitting talking in a semi transparent blouse. Both guys behind the bar facing us. One sight we all three agreed on was how nice it was watching her return from the restroom visits. Her tits bouncing free to our delight. While she was gone, the waiter asked if I thought she may flash them so they could actually see her tits for real. I said she owes me for covering but I'm not sure if she has had enough alcohol. The bartender said pointing at my drink that if she does that any drinks we have from the drink I'm holding till close is on the house.
She returned. They both openly complimented her on her walk and expressed the enjoyment it provided. My wife was loving the attention and compliments. She was openly teasing them by scooting her chair back and forth causing her tits to bounce. She would casually brush a nipple causing it to strain against the blouse. We talked about local music, sports etc... Now it's a little past twelve. We were talking basketball and had at some point moved to a table. The bartender continued making drinks but did it from the customer side. As we were discussing basketball the waiter blurted out, can you please open your shirt and flash your tits. Complete silence.
At this point my wife was feeling no pain. She was drunk enough. We still had a block to walk on ice. She is sitting on my right the waiter on her right and bartender across. She look at him and with lip pouted asked if he wasn't enjoying her current exposure. He paused and said that he has spent the last hour imagining if her boobs looked as good out of a shirt as they do now. Perfect answer, my wife said, oh that's so sweet. She continued talking. Several seconds later the bartender said what if I take a few drinks off your tab. I almost spoke up and said and you owe me. My wife was now in tease/challenge mode. She said, so you are saying these, as she lifted her tits are only worth a few drinks. She asked how old they are. The waiter said 22 the bartender 27. She continued talking basketball. I was enjoying the banter.
The bartender asked how many she wanted. She said none that he offered a deal and she did not like it. He said what about half. My wife smiled and said you better just enjoy the current situation. The waiter said what about we take care of the entire check. My wife said but you can see everything I would show now. The waiter said yes but your entire tab till one, that's forty five minutes. My wife said. I'll think about it.
She continued talking and she had both guys hooked and she knew it. I could tell she was stalling. She asked me to see if anyone is on the streets. I went out in the freezing ass cold. A few people walking a block or so away on the main road but no one even close or looking our way. I report back my findings. My wife looked at me and said they will cover the bill if I sit with my blouse open till one. I said this is your bet not ours. She looked at the bartender and said ok, when we have another drink on the table. Again he quickly returned.
My wife slowly unbuttoned from bottom to top. Now the blouse is lying flat on her tits. She asked, are you sure, I don't want you going broke on our check. The bartender got up and crawled over the bar to the register and returned with a 0.00 receipt. Handed it to my wife and said I'm sure. She opens the blouse and tucked the sides behind her. Many many compliments. We continued talking. She had two additional house drinks I declined. At one in the morning, I said I guess we better head out so you can close.
My wife excused herself to the restroom again. We watched as she wobbled and made her way. The waiter said that we made his evening and the bartender agreed. He went on and on how he dreaded working tonight. They were talking between them about her tits and very complimentary. The waiter said how difficult it was having a been to sit so close to such a beautiful breast and not reach over and touch it. The bartender agreed. They again discussed. I said I'll give you a suggestion. If she walks back with her blouse still open and she stumbles and wobbles. If she sits, just ask. They both looked at me. I said they are her tits to do as she pleases. The waiter just responded with a hell yea.
They were discussing the begging process when she rounded the corner. She indeed left the blouse open. In fact she had it tucked in the back of her tights. She also stumbled and wobbled taking a break to lean on a table on her way back. It was a sight watching her tits shimmy and bounce as she lead foot walked in her boots. She plopped down in the chair and adjusted. She said can we wait some before we leave. They agreed in unison. She sat in the chair leaning back. Her tits pointing straight out.
The two guys started the compliments and commentary. My wife's only response was thank you. She had her head tilted back and eyes closed hands in her lap. It was actually a beautiful sight. I asked if she was ok. She never moved but smiled and said quote, "yes, I'm giving you an additional five minutes before we leave". The waiter spoke up. He said it is really hard not to reach over and see if your breast feels as good as they look. She again without moving smiled and said, "They do, just ask my husband". I agreed. In a half hushed begging voice he said, do you mind if I see for myself. He nipples were now getting hard. She smiled.
After a pause he asked again but added please. She lifted her head to me. Opened her eyes, and asked what I thought. I knew she was drunk but she definitely knew what she was doing and did not need my input. I told her that I previously told them when they asked that you make the decisions with what you want to do. She smiled at me and rolled her head back. Long pause. The waiter said, I will beg if you want. She smiled without moving. Her nipples were now erect and tight. She said go ahead and feel one, you have five seconds.
He reached over and took her left tit in his right hand and gently squeezed. Her hard nipple was under his palm. He again squeezed gently. My wife startled us when she said, "well". He again gently squeezed for The third time and said absolutely fantastic. We are now at least on ten seconds. He releases and slowly moved his hand across her tit till her erect nipple was visable and folding down as he moved back ANF forth across. He slowly rubbed across two or three times then took her nipple between his fingers and gently squeezed and tugged three or four times. When he released my wife looked at him and said five seconds is up, this was closer to a minute. He did not get to go back as he intended when he released. Now we are sitting in quiet looking at her tits. I know she is really aroused. Her nipples are rock hard and her chest to her neck is flush red.
The bartender spoke up. He said can I have five seconds also. My wife didn't move, eyes closed head back she smiled and said of course. He walked around the table behind her. He looked at me with both hands, I shrugged as if to say your funeral if she gets upset. Now the waiter looked like a 22 year old discovering a tit. The bartender has handled tits before. He placed a hand on her chest above each tit. He slowly moved down until he had each tit in a hand a slowly gently squeezed. My wife actually let out a soft moan. She is liking this. It took him every bit of fifteen to twenty seconds to have his hands back above her tits. As he was returning up he gripped her nipples between his middle knuckles and gently tugged and released. I was as meszmerized as the waiter watching. I expected her to say five seconds up but nothing.
He then started down again an rubbed down the side of each tit using his thumbs to rub her nipples up and down. Her nipples were so hard that they just stayed erect as he continually used his thumbs to play with them as he massaged the sides of her tits. We are now well into a minute. I'm waiting on her to say anything. I'm thinking she fell asleep. As he was rubbing her nipples I said, are you awake. Her response, ummhumm. Ok then. My question made him stop and look at me. He didn't remove his hands just stopped and looked. I shrugged again but this time with o I guess you got time.
He did not go up to his origional position, he rubbed both hands across until her nipples were covered under his palms. He started slowly squeezing. As he squeezed he lifted his hands releasing her breast until he had each nipple trapped in his fingertips. He then continued squeezing and tugging. She again let out a moan. He did this four separate times. The waiter and I were transfixed on his work. Each time was a slow, slow process. After the last time he released he again covered her tits I thought he was going to do it again but he started slowly rubbing his hands back up. As her nipples released and his fingers were still just above her nipples she said in a cracking voice, your five seconds is up.
She lifted her head and he stepped back. As we all got our composure I look at my wife she is sitting up bright eyed but aroused and flushed. The bartender got to his chair and said I'm probably going to have to stand till you cover your tits. My wife playing coy asked why. He said, well I don't want to impale myself sitting. Again, my wife teasing, said surely you didn't get aroused touching these. As she said this she had one in each hand slightly bouncing them. He said I sure did, you want to see. My wife never checked up. She said prove it. The bartender backed up and started unbuttoning his jeans. You would have thought he was a stripper with the buttonflys. He pushed them down to his knees. He standing there in camo boxers. He then dropped the boxers. Ok for us fellas with the average or maybe even a little bigger than average, we had nothing on this guy. I looked at my wife and she is staring wide eyed. This guy was sporting a baby's arm for a dick. Not a premature baby but a large fat baby's arm. He said see I told you. He asked my wife if she wanted to touch it. I thought for sure she was going to say absolutely. She said a quiet no.
He put that monster dick away and dressed. He did stand the remainder of the time, and I don't blame him. My wife decided to put on the scarf and jacket without rebuttoning her blouse. We said our thank you'd and goodbyes. I assisted her the one block back. She was going on and on about the size of the bartenders dick. She decided that she would never want something like that trying to enter her. I would have to agree. It was very intimidating.
We made it to the hotel. My wife, once off the elevator, threw me her jacket, scarf and shirt. She proceeded to run/stumble topless down the hallway. She got to the room and had to wait on me topless. Luckily for her no one was out at close to two in the morning. We got in the room. My wife was so aroused that we started at the door and finished with her naked smashed against a large window. It looked like a bomb went off in our room.
We stayed through Sunday morning but only one thing occurred saturday night that was something to post about.
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